Chapter 499: Return to the virtual monk

"Aotian, what happened, how can you get hurt?"
In the Yejia Mansion, it seemed a bit confusing at this time, because Ye Aotian was seriously injured and returned.
Ye Aotian, this is the younger generation that Ye Shiqing values ​​most. Now he is seriously injured. Ye Shiqing is naturally very angry. However, Ye Shiqing also knows that the most important thing at the moment is to heal Ye Haotian. Fortunately, Ye Aotian’s brothers and sisters are all there. It is expected that Ye Aotian’s injury should be no big deal.
"Ye Lao, Aotian's injury is not optimistic." Ye Aotian's brother but Hu Zhongsheng said, "If it is just a injury, the key is that the younger brother is poisoned. The man's poison palm is unusually vicious, even the secret of the teacher. The antidote pills are of no use."
The gray-clothed monks opened the clothes in front of the proud Aotian chest, and sure enough, there was a clear black palm print on Ye Aotian’s chest, just like the death mark left by the ghosts. However, this is not the sign of the ghosts, but the mark left by the poison palm.
Qin Lang's poisonous palm!
Although the realm of Qin Lang did not reach the inner realm, but after practicing the magic power, his physique of the non-toxic body was once again improved, and he successfully penetrated the toxin into the palm of his hand, and then hit Ai Tiantian with a palm.
The poison of no phase poison, colorless and phaseless, is not a poison in the world.
Therefore, naturally there is no antidote.
The detoxification pills of the Emei School are of course ineffective.
However, Qin Lang's poison palm is still very shallow, so Ye Aotian is not deeply poisoned. Otherwise, even if it is ten Ye Aotian, I am afraid that it is already dead.
It should be known that Qin Lang’s practice of no toxic drugs can be based on a hundred poisons.
"That... hurry to the hospital!" Ye Shiqing had six gods at all.
Ye Aotian is the hope of Ye Family. It is not easy for Ye Jia to create a martial genius who hopes to step into Wu Xuan's level. Ye Shiqing naturally cannot watch the poison and die.
"Ye Lao, I am afraid that the doctors in the hospital can do nothing about it, it will only be counterproductive." Hu Zhongsheng sighed.
"You don't worry about Ye Lao, I have already informed the teacher, and the master of Aotian will come soon. At that time, there is a natural way to cure him. What's more, even if we use the elixir of our Emei, I also To save him!" said the black robe female aunt next to Ye Aotian.
"Is this Jurchen?" Ye Shiqing turned his eyes to the black dress.
"I am the proud sister of Li Tian, ​​Li Daiying, I am the head of the martial art."
Ye Shiqing nodded slightly, and this old guy's eyes were so powerful. It was natural to see that the black robes and Li Daiying had moved their feelings towards Ye Aotian. As a result, Ye Aotian could not die, and the Emei School would certainly use all kinds of elixir to detoxify Ye Aotian. Although the Emei School is a river and lake sect, but the inheritance of thousands of years, the richness of the foundation is definitely not comparable to the Ye family. For example, the elixir, Ye Jia also has a little bit, but compared with the Emei school, there is no way to compare.
Since the Miss Emei girl is willing to spend the elixir to cure Ye Aotian, Ye Shiqing naturally does not need to waste the Ye Family's elixir. After all, the elixir can not be bought with money, and it can save a little.
Ye Shiqing’s wishful thinking is really good. Sure enough, in less than an hour, Ye Aotian’s master went to Ye Family personally.
The Emei School is a bit special, that is, there are mixed rumors in the door. Ye Aotian’s master is a monk, but this person is not an ordinary monk, because his cultivation has reached the level of Tong Xuan, and the cultivation is far more profound than Hu Zhongsheng and Li Daiying.
The master returned to Ye Shiqing and immediately went to see Ye Aotian's injury. Then he said with surprise: "What is this poison palm? Black sand palm or iron sand palm? No, it is not! This poison palm is too hard. It’s so toxic! It’s too toxic, it’s never been so toxic!

Yes, Ye Aotian’s poison is not ordinary, although Ye Aotian uses antidote and internal strength to suppress it, but the palm print of the poison palm is getting clearer and clearer, and the color is getting deeper and deeper. Even the flesh has begun to rot. And stinking, almost everyone can ask for an extremely bad smell.
If you continue, the meat in front of Ye Aotian’s chest will probably rot.
"Return to the sorcerer, what should I do?" Li Daiying hurriedly said, "I am not letting you take the elixir of Mount Emei. I don't care how much elixir is wasted. You must heal the Aotian brother! And, I want revenge! I want to kill the kid named Qin Lang, and his hoe, the demon enchantress!"
"Magic demon girl?" Returning to the virtual word "Magic", can not help but frown and wrinkle, "What is going on, how can there be people of the Mozong?"
"Obviously, Qin Lang's kid is the magic sect! So, if you Ye Jia people want to deal with him, they will be killed by it. The people of the genius are murderous, and brutal - uncle, don't want to say These are important things to save the proud master."
"Of course. I am here with the detoxification and healing medicine of the Emei. Fortunately, the only thing that is arrogant is the skin trauma. The poison gas has not yet been attacked. Otherwise, even Da Luo Jinxian can't save him!" Gui said, "Just, this A piece of meat has broken down and must be removed. Aotian, you have to hold your teeth and hold on!"
"Master... you can do it." Ye Aotian said, "The beast, I will kill him personally!"
"The matter of revenge will not be said for the time being, first heal the wound." Returning to the virtual, he took a knife and put it in his fingers, and smashed the flesh around the black palm print in front of Ye Aotian's chest. Although Ye Aotian has been acupuncture, it is still painful and cold sweats rolling down like a soybean.
"The pain of the meat! Good! I remember! Qin Lang, this little beast, there is always one day, I want you to die in my hands!" Ye Aotian probably turned the pain into anger and hatred at this moment. This battle with Qin Lang is indeed the most shameful battle of Ye Aotian. It is a shameful shame to lose to Qin Lang, a warrior in the realm of forging.
Returning to the wounds of Ye Aotian, the blood of his wounds was stopped, but the fall of such a large piece of meat was not easy to grow.
"Aotian, although you lost, this is not necessarily good for you to break through to the Wuxuan level. However, fortunately, this kid is only the cultivation of the realm of forging bones, if his cultivation is to reach the inner realm, plus His powerful poisonous palm effort, the lethality is simply too much, I am afraid that you have not waited until I arrived, you have already died!" In the tone of the virtual with a bit of taboo.